User blog comment:Segalia/Great Power/@comment-32303-20130625142940/@comment-32303-20130708171929

Kriasha's chest falls again. . . her body goes slack.

The Highlander looks around. . . she's standing in what seems to be a silver mist. A pair of large gates loom in front of her, guarded by a stoat and a wildcat.

Kriasha shivers. "Et's no' mah time. . . "

The stoat takes a couple of steps toward her, turning over his shoulder to his companion. "Strange that one of her kind would defend the enemy, eh, Verdauga?"

Golden eyes narrow and the wolverine bares her fangs. "Wha' enemy?!"

"Aye, it is."

Her paws clench into fists and her voice rises. "They're braw beasts, they're no' the enemy! Ah ken ah'm a wolverine, boot ah'm wi' them, ah dinnae care whit anabeast says nae mair! Ah've chosen mah side."

The armored figure of Martin the Warrior appears between the gates and Kriasha, extending his sword toward the gatekeepers. His voice is clear. "Champion, you must go back."